User blog comment:Biggren/A Highway Beast's Life/@comment-3135907-20120102183904

As night wears on, the Sand-Rat sprinkles sleep on each and every verminous rat, stoat and weasel in the horde of the Alliance - all, that is, except those of Captain Kidrin and Tinge Whiptail's gangs. The light pattering of pawsteps is heard as four cloaked figures slink into Deatheye Fangscourge's camp at around midnight. A light clanking is heard, then silence. Then the pattering starts up again as the anonymous rats slink quietly away, dragging the sleeping sentries' spears away. After this the pawsteps start up again, except in greater number now. Then the groaning of barrels being hauled away is heard and then a curse as a rat trips over a sleeping sentry. "Wot the divil-?" mutters the sentry-ferret. Then, with a start: "Ahoy, camp's under attack! TO ARMS!" Clanking and fumbling is heard and then confused cries. "Wot th- where's me blade?" "My axe is missing!" "Where's my cutlass, Blidjer? Out wid it!" "I ain't got it!" "Help! We're unner attack- oop!" In the tangle of confusion eight sets of paws creep out of Fangscourge's camp unnoticed.